Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

It's funny the things we remember, and how we remember them.  A decade ago I remember getting the email for my first book.  It was about this time of year, and Tanfer--my co-editor--wrote me with nothing more than "Yes! Yes! Yes!" It was our first book each and together.  We were younger then, that's for sure.  Ironically, I think I'm slightly smaller now . . . Usually, that proverbial comparison goes the other way.  That meander aside, I remember culling those pages, corresponding with the authors, doing the next to final press review of the chapters at a professor's house in Port Jeff, and in September and October I did the index in Virginia.  I had left NY, and I was in Virginia on a Visting hire.  My parents were delighted to have me around, even when I sat on the couch eating Kit Kats ticking off index terms and numbers.  There was a sense of hope and happiness then.  In the middle of those ticking numbers, I picked up a couple of p...

You're weekly round up for May . . . Saturday : Party at Erika and Bur's in CT, for which being a NYer and jaunting to CT for the weekend makes us sound very bourgeois. Cabo Halter in Amy Butler fabric with my wearable muslin Thurlows.  Yea, buddy.  On the real wear pair, this week, I'm going to down a size (these are cut on the 12) and I'll take off a 1/4 inch on the crotch.  Other than that, and shortening them (pre-cut) by three inches--I be short--they are a great pair of trousers.  I detest this cheap denim fabric, hence the use for a muslin, but it worked for what I wanted.  Though, I used a third generation zipper that has now broken . . . I tested, I love, I hate this fabric.  Job done.  I'm up in the air if I'll fix the zipper to wear them a couple of times and send to Goodwill. hmmm. Check that out: someone else's kitchen!  And, a friend took this.  Mr. Fairytale got the night off of photo shooting. Sunday ,...

Since a week can't go by without me shelling out hard earned dough as co-pays, I went back to the lady parts doctor this week.  Ironically, it was the day that in class I shirked from a spider.  As I protected myself with the podium and told my underclassmen to "kill that thing, don't hold back," several students laughed.  Several weeks ago something similar occurred, and they got to learn that in my youth my brother put spiders in my sock drawer.  Thirty-some years later that is almost funny.  Well, my students said I should lead them and how would they not be afraid with me showing my fear.  We chuckled, and I told them to "do what I say and not what I do." Ha! None-the-less, in the thread of leading--and as I said on my Facebook status while at the gyno's office--ladies should go see their lady parts doctors.  So why was I back two weeks after my annual? My Pap was clear, no HPV . . . cysts, that's what.  There's one sitting at 4.9 on my l...